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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 96

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 96

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

96th installment

warning…adult content 



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Back at the club, Steve was winning a few games against R. J. The band had finished their set for the night, and everyone was just hanging out, playing games, and drinking beer. He hadn’t seen Zach or Trevor in awhile. He supposed they’d gone home, already.


He did notice that Nothing was over talking to Kinsey, wrapping up band business. After a few minutes, Nothing came over to talk to Steve. 


“What’d’ya want?” Steve asked, frowning.


Nothing looked him straight in the eye, and said, “I told you I was leaving, but I have to stay. The band is counting on me, and I have friends here. I never had that before. And, I heard from Twig and Molochai…they’re planning to come after Ghost, for killing Zilla. I have to try and get control of them again, so they won’t hurt y’all.”


Steve stood up to his full height, glaring at Nothing. “Fuck you, Nothing. We don’t need your kind of help. You stay the hell away from Ghost, and tell those other two I’ll kill them, just like I’ll kill you. One wrong move, Nothing…you’re history…I’ll make sure of that. You may not be as much of a blood sucker as Zilla, but you suck people dry anyway, with your innocent look, and your poor little me scam. Evil comes in all types. You can fool some, but not me, and not Ghost.” Steve took a step toward Nothing. “Count the days, Nothing…count the hours until you’re no more. Now, get outta here…I can’t stand to look at you.” He slammed down the pool stick, onto the table with a loud crack. 


Nothing jumped, and actually hissed at Steve. Steve could see that he’d filed his teeth into sharp points. 


“You don’t scare me, anymore,” Steve laughed in Nothing’s face. “Now, go on.”


Nothing turned and left the game room. This confrontation pretty much broke up the party atmosphere, and people started gathering their belongings, and leaving. Steve had another beer, and seethed. Some asked him what that had been all about, but he just waved it off as nothing to worry about. 


Then, he remembered that Ghost was home by himself. “Shit, I gotta go home,” he said to no one. He was a little fuzzy headed, from the beers, but managed to get out the door and into his car, without too much trouble. He sat there a few minutes, trying to clear his head. The parking lot was deserted, and so was the road leading out to the house. He started the car, and drove slowly down the dark road. 



Nothing had left, after talking to Steve, and had planned on going out to Trevor and Zach’s house, on Violin Road. He needed to give them their part of the money they’d earned for the night.  He had good intentions for that to happen, but deep in thought, he wasn’t paying attention. So, when he stopped walking and looked around, he was right in front of Ghost’s house. There was a light on, so he figured Ghost was still up. Maybe they could talk some more.


He went up the porch steps, and knocked at the door. When Ghost didn’t answer, Nothing had no trouble jimmying the lock…and then, he was inside. “I shouldn’t be here,” he thought to himself, as he silently glided down the darkened hallway. Coming to Ghost’s bedroom, he pushed open the door.


His breath caught in his throat, as he looked at Ghost lying there, asleep. He wanted him. He wanted him more than anything he’d ever wanted…ever since he’d first heard Ghost sing on that tape from years ago. He’d led all the trouble right to this house…all because of his need for Ghost…for his friendship, maybe, and then for his love. 


But, things had gone so terribly wrong. Now, could he maybe have a small chance of making things right? Could he make Ghost see how much he meant to him…now that they were alone? 


He quietly moved to the bed, and knelt down. He breathed in the scent of roses and molasses, and yes, blood. Blood pulsing through Ghost’s veins, alive and rich. 


“I’ll just take a tiny taste,” he thought, as he bent over Ghost’s lips and kissed him. He parted Ghost’s lips with his own, and tasted Ghost’s spit…then, he wanted more, and began nuzzling Ghost’s neck, right where he could feel the vein throbbing to the beat of Ghost’s heart.


Ghost was slowly coming awake, still dreaming of Steve, and he moaned, “Steve, you came home.”


Nothing paused, at hearing Steve’s name. He could feel his jealousy rising…to know that Ghost would always love Steve, and never himself. He took a little nip into Ghost’s neck. One sharp tooth drew blood, and he licked at it.


Ghost came fully awake, now. “Nothing! Get the fuck off me,” he said, as he pushed Nothing away. 


Nothing fell back, but came at Ghost again, and they began to struggle against one another. They did not hear Steve’s car drive up. They did not hear Steve, until he banged open the door, and started yelling. 


He charged at Nothing, and ripped him off the bed, and Ghost. Landing up against the wall, Nothing whined, “I just wanted a little taste of him…I didn’t hurt Ghost.”


Steve roared back, “What did I tell you, you motherfucker. You don’t listen too good, do ya?”

He grabbed Nothing, throwing him against the other wall. 


Remembering the guns he’d put under his pillow, Ghost yelled out, “Steve!”


Steve looked around, seeing Ghost, eerily calm, holding his gun out to him. He took it. Ghost nodded and flipped the safety off his own gun. Steve did the same.


“No, no…I’m sorry, Ghost…I’ll leave now! Don’t kill me,” Nothing pleaded.


But, Ghost pointed his gun at Nothing, and so did Steve…and they fired at the same time. Nothing’s head exploded in a mass of blood and brains. They’d both hit their target.


They stared at what they’d done. The silence after the gun’s firing, was profound. There was no more head. Nothing’s body slumped against the wall, blood splattered everywhere. 


Their ears still ringing from the gun’s blast, they waited in stunned silence. “Well, guess there’s no coming back from that,” Steve said, as he turned to Ghost. 


Ghost was still staring, breathing hard. In the dim light, Steve could see that tears were running down Ghost’s face. They were dripping down, mingling with the blood that was still running down his neck, onto his shirt.


“Ghost, you’re bleeding…is it bad?”


“No, I don’t think so,” Ghost said, but then he began shaking from the shock of what had happened. He dropped his gun to the floor. His knees buckled, but he managed to sit back on the bed. He had still not taken his eyes off the destruction of Nothing…it was being seared into his brain. 


“Stop looking at it, Ghost…it’s over.” Steve begged him to turn away.


Ghost closed his eyes, and said, “It’s not over, Steve…they are coming. I can hear them, and they’re close.”


“Who’s coming?” Steve asked.


Ghost turned his face up to Steve, and Steve could see it in his eyes. He knew who. 


“How long?” he asked. “How long do we have to get ready?”


“I don’t know, but soon…Steve, what are we gonna do? What are we gonna do with…” Ghost pointed to what used to be Nothing. “He didn’t turn into dust, like the others.”


“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it…I’ll get rid of it, ok?”


Ghost nodded.


“If you feel like you can help, ok, but if not…that’s ok, too. Just go out on the porch. I’ll clean up in here.”


Ghost got up and walked to the doorway, trying not to look, and trying not to step in the blood. He went out to the kitchen, put some water on to boil, for some calming tea. He was still dazed…his mind whirling. He couldn’t even feel himself walking, as he gathered up garbage bags, and a bucked of hot, soapy water, to take in to Steve. 


“This is so gross,” Ghost said, as he came back to his bedroom. He handed the bucket to Steve, then went back to finish the tea.


As Steve began to pick up pieces of Nothing, he was reminded of the last time he’d had to clean up Ghost’s bedroom. That time, it was Ghost’s blood he was wiping up. He shuddered. 


He’d heard the screen door squeak open, as Ghost went out to the porch. He could hear Ghost humming a sad tune. “He’ll be ok,” he reassured himself.


The garbage bag was getting full, and heavy with gore. “Where am I supposed to get rid of this at?” he asked himself.  He stopped in the bathroom, to wash his hands, before going out front to talk to Ghost. 

“Hey,” he said, as he sat down in the swing.

“Are you done?” Ghost asked.

“Almost…just…what do I do with it?”

Ghost thought for a minute. “Guess you can bury it in the graveyard…out behind the house. No one ever goes there but us. No one will ever see or know anything.”

Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he stared out across the dark yard. “Ghost, are we really murderers? Does it count, if the ones we kill are vampires… or even half vampires? Are we half murderers?” He kept rocking the swing faster, back and forth. “I mean, it’s kinda like squishing a bug, or swatting a fly, don’t’cha think?

“Maybe so, Steve. That’s what I think, too.” Ghost took a few moments, then sighed. “You know, I talked to my grandmother about it.”


“You did? When?”


“Not long ago…when we got the guns.”


“What did she say?”


“She said we had to do whatever had to be done, and don’t hesitate to save ourselves,” Ghost said. He took Steve’s hand, and looked into his eyes. “I asked her to send us courage to be able to do that. I think she did…tonight, Steve.”


Steve smiled, “Me too, Ghost. And, I still feel like I have some left…do you? I mean, for the next round?”


“Yeah, I have enough,” Ghost said, “I have to.” He looked up into the heavens, sprinkled with stars. 


They sat out there in the night for a while longer, the swing slowly stopping it’s rocking.



“Guess it’s time,” Steve said. 


“Ok…I’ll help ya drag it out there,” Ghost said.


They went inside and stared at the full bag. 


“Did ya find the…”Ghost asked.


“Uh-uh..there wasn’t nothing left of Nothing’s head,” Steve said, as he gagged on those words. 


Ghost shivered, as he looked around the room, hoping he wouldn’t see a piece of skin or bone, or an eyeball, laying around, that Steve had missed. 


“I don’t think I like my room, anymore. Bad things keep happening in here,” he said.


“Well, we’re not gonna switch,” Steve said. 


“Guess I’ll have to do a sage cleansing, then…clear out the bad stuff.” 


Steve agreed. “Well, let’s do this.” He and Ghost grabbed hold of the garbage bag, and began dragging it down the hallway, toward the kitchen, and back door.


“This sucker’s heavy…please don’t let it rip open,” Steve grunted.


Ghost stopped pulling. “No, that wasn’t a joke,” Steve said, when Ghost gave him a disgusted look. 


Catching their breath for a minute, Steve said, “Ok, here’s the plan. I’m thinking we’ll drag this out the back, and you know that old wheelbarrow, out by the garden? Well, we’ll use that to roll him out there…way in the back. Then…uh, dig a hole and dump it in, then cover it up.”

They were at the back door, now. Steve propped open the screen, and they tried dragging the bag onto the back porch, but were having trouble.

“Ghost, can ya…just get behind there, and push it. Gotta get it over the door frame thing, here.”

Ghost reached out to push. “Ewww, Steve it’s all squishy…I can’t do this.”

“Well, shit, use your foot then, if ya don’t want to touch it,” Steve said. “I’m pulling on this end…I need you to push.”

Ghost put his foot against the bag, and it finally went over the door sill. “Oh, God, Steve…it came open…it’s leaking!” He hopped around, shaking his foot. “It got on me, now I have to throw these shoes away.”

“Would ya stop freaking out, Ghost? It’s just a little bit. I need you to help…go get the wheelbarrow, and bring it right up next to the porch here, and I’ll push it over and in.”

Ghost went out to the garden, wiping his shoes on the grass, as he went.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 95

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 95

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

95th installment

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Zach and Trevor came over to the stage to set up. Terry and R. J. had come in and were back in the office, talking to Kinsey. Trevor had seen Steve and Ghost crying, and wondered why. He’d talked to Zach when he went back to find him…told him to try not to come on so strong, but then he felt like a hypocrite, telling Zach this. He himself wasn’t any better at making friends. They both had a lot to learn about how to get along with other people.


“We’re both just a couple of social misfits, Zach,” he’d said. “You talk too much, and put your foot in your mouth, and I don’t talk at all. Jeeze, they must think we’re weird.”


So, they began getting things ready on the stage, as they sneaked glances at Steve and Ghost, who finally walked over. “Hey, man…didn’t mean to go off like that…sorry,” Zach said.


Yeah, it’s ok, I guess. It just took us by surprise, that’s all,”Steve said. Ghost and Trevor said nothing. “So, have a good show, then, we’ll be here,” Steve said, then led Ghost back toward the bar. They grabbed a beer, and talked to Terry and R.J. a few minutes.


“What do ya think of the new band members?” Terry asked. “Wait’ll ya hear us.”


“Guess we’ll stay awhile and find out. Kinsey told us a little about them,” Steve said. “You ever tell them we used to be scared of their house?”


“Oh, man, I tried to, but it didn’t seem to bother them. Said the house was fine, and they seem to like it out there,” Terry shook his head at the thought of it. “Well, gotta get up there…ya ready, R. J.?” 


R. J. took his beer with him, as he and Terry went back to the little room, behind the stage. 


“Ok, guys,” said Kinsey, “I’m opening the door in ten.” He bustled around doing last minute  checks. 


“You ready for this, Ghost?” Steve asked.


“Yeah, guess so…but, I might want to go home early. I still have a funny feeling about Nothing.”


“You think he’s here…or breaking into the house?” Steve asked.


“Oh, he’s here, Steve,” Ghost said, looking toward the office. “He’s back there doing his manager stuff.” He hesitated, a second. “There’s something else, though, that’s trying to get in my head. Some kind of unfinished business…like he needs to tell us something.” He closed his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t get it, yet.” 


“Well, go ask him, then. Tell him we don’t want no more surprises.” Steve started toward the office.


Ghost stopped him. “Not yet…not here.”


“Ok, but this has to be settled before he leaves town…if he really does,” said Steve. 


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The doors were open, now, and the place was filling up. Kids of all kinds, from teens to college age. They headed for the arcade room, and the pool table, and ordered Kinsey’s soup of the day. All were waiting for the music to begin. The band was tuning up…R.J. was talking with Calvin and hitting a few bass notes, Terry was randomly hitting his drums, and Zach was just standing at the mic stand, smiling at Trevor, who was front and center.


Steve and Ghost greeted friends, and waited along with everyone else. Finally, they were ready…and they were loud. Starting with some of Terry’s original songs, they had the crowd on their feet. Gumbo played a variety of genres, a mix of old, new, country, and pop, Then, as they got further along in their play list, they did rock, and some strange sounding music for the goths. 


Zach was a dynamo on stage, striding from one side of the stage to the other, putting his all into his performance…and he did sing good. He drew in the crowd, right along with him.


“Not bad,” Steve yelled at Ghost, trying to be heard above the amplifiers. Ghost agreed, but didn’t look all that into it. He was still worried about Nothing. 


Steve decided to take advantage of the empty pool table, while everyone was dancing out on the floor. Ghost walked down the hall to the office. He opened the door. Nothing was sitting behind the desk.


“What else, Nothing?” Ghost asked. “There’s something else you’re not telling us.”


Nothing nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t want to tell you in front of Steve. 


“Go on, then what is it? I can sense it’s not good.”


“It’s, well…you know, I really like you and Steve. I’d never want anything bad to happen to you. I hated all that…before. I was so confused, and just finding out who I was..and what I was. And then, hooking up with my father, like that, out of the blue.” Nothing stopped, remembering how it had been.


“After that, I didn’t know what to do. Twig and Molochai were devastated, useless. They took off. I didn’t hear from them for a long time. I just wandered around, but nothing was right, anymore. I tried to be like them, you know…all vampire, but my human part kept me from doing too much damage. Then I tried to forget about that, and just be all human. That didn’t work out very good either.

So, I figured I’d just end it all, and tried to kill myself,” Nothing shook his head. “But, I guess vampires can’t really do that. I’d feel like I was dead, but then I’d be alive again. I know it sounds crazy. Anyway, I just came back here, because it was familiar. But, you weren’t here to give me any advice. That’s when I met up with Zach and Trevor. They seemed ok, so we started hanging out at Terry’s record store. Then, everything seemed to be working out better for me, for all of us really. I had friends, real friends, for the first time.” He looked up at Ghost, hoping he’d understand. “So, I really don’t want to leave. I feel like I’m finally doing something right…and this is home to me now. But, I already promised you and Steve that I’d leave.”

Ghost started to say his piece, but Nothing stopped him with one more reason he should stay. “Another reason, is that I feel like I should stay, kinda as a protection for y’all. I heard from Twig that they’re still mad that you killed Zilla, and they’re looking for you…and they know where you live. So…if I can stay here, I can probably keep them from killing you, again.” Nothing was finished with what he had to say. “Ghost, please convince Steve… I’m not the bad guy here, ok?”


Ghost thought about what Nothing had said. He had a point, but could he even believe his story? “But, Nothing…you kinda are the bad guy, at least partly, because it was you that led the others here…right to my house. Ya remember? That’s what started all this, and why it ended the way it did. I don’t think I can ever forget that fact, and I know Steve won’t.”


Nothing closed his eyes and nodded. “I know, but please try, ok?”


Ghost shrugged, and said, “I’ll tell Steve what you said. I can’t promise anything, though.”


“Ok, I’m still staying, at least tonight, anyway. You’ll let me know tomorrow?”


“I’ll talk it over with Steve,” Ghost said, then turned and left the office. He didn’t know how he was going to tell Steve, but this was getting too complicated and out of control for him to figure out by himself. He needed Steve. He needed to go home. He found Steve still playing pool, and watched him for a few minutes.


“Hey, Ghost…wanna play?” Steve asked. 


“No, I’m ready to go home,” Ghost said. 


“Home…already? I’m just now in the mood to stay,” Steve said. “Can’t ya wait awhile?”


“I don’t think so, Steve. I need to get out of here. I need some air, and my head’s spinnin’. Guess I’ll go on. You can stay here, if ya want.” He started for the door.


“Ghost…ya sure?”


“Yeah,” Ghost said.


“Ok, man…catch up with ya later,” Steve said, then went back to his game.


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Ghost stepped outside, took a deep breath of cool, night air. The music was muffled now, but his ears were still ringing. He began the long walk home. He had time to think about what Nothing had said. He still didn’t want Nothing to stay here in Missing Mile. No good would come of it, he was sure. But, he couldn’t order someone to get out of town. And, Steve would go ballistic. He definitely didn’t want that to happen. 


As he came up to his house, he felt stupid for having to be careful of entering his own house. But now, he’d have to always be looking around, never knowing when Twig and Molochai would show up. He didn’t sense any danger right now, though, so he went on in. Steve would be along, soon, he hoped.


The house was quiet. Ghost checked all the rooms to make sure everything was ok. He was alone…just his thoughts to keep him company…and he didn’t like his thoughts, right now. He didn’t  like being alone, either. He never did. It was getting late, though, and he kept yawning and nodding off. He just couldn’t stay awake waiting for Steve any longer.


He checked the doors again, to make sure they were locked, but still feeling uneasy, he got his and Steve’s guns down from the cabinet. He put them under his pillow, then got into bed. Only one lamp was left on, in the living room. He looked at his glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling for a few minutes. He said a silent good night to his grandmother, and told her he felt like something wasn’t right…that if she could, send him some courage to deal with whatever happened. He then fell asleep. 

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN – DAY 21 – SNOW

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Snow: Pretty, cold, wet, fun, dangerous

I don’t really like cold weather at all. Snow is so pretty though. It’s exciting to anticipate the first snow of the winter season. I look at it awhile, then I want it gone. I’ve sometimes caught individual snowflakes on the sleeve of my dark coat, or even taken a black sheet of construction paper outside to catch snowflakes. Wonderful to see how they are all so delicate and lacy. They all have different names too, according to how they are formed. I think a common one is called a dendrite crystal. I read a whole book about snowflakes one time.  (haha – yes, I read a whole book!) There is one by Kenneth G. Libbrecht, called “The Snowflake: Winter’s Secret Beauty”. This may have been the one I read. There are a lot of beautiful photos, and information.

Last Christmas, we had a blizzard here in our town. It was a mess for weeks. Our flights were delayed and cancelled trying to get back home. Don’t want to do that again!

There was one Christmas, maybe 1998, that we had snow on Christmas day. Well, there might have been other times, but this time was a big one, too. Just as we were opening presents that morning, these huge snowflakes started falling, and before long all outside was a winter wonderland. Then we had to drive over to my parent’s house for the get-together with family.

One of the gifts to my daughter was, at the time, a CD of the songs by Hanson, one of which was “MMMBop”. You remember that one? I liked it then, and I still do like that song. Anyway, she put it on to listen to while we continued opening gifts. It was on repeat, so we heard it over and over for quite a while. Now we call it our “MMMBop” Christmas! 🙂

Look! Here it is now!

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If you want to learn more about snowflakes, here is a wonderful place for facts, photos, and frequently asked questions about it all! 🙂

http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/faqs/faqs.htm

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CHRISTMAS WRITING PROMPT # 15 – DECORATIONS

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Today’s writing prompt is…

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Ahhh – Christmas Decorations! They are so pretty. I love looking at all the lights, and to see how everyone decorates their houses and businesses. I’ve enjoyed the photos I’ve seen all over the social medias this year.

We used to do it up pretty good. Nothing too over the top, just the Christmas tree and some knick-knacks sitting around in the house, setting up the cards we receive, and a garland on the shelf, or something like that. For a few years we had a single row of lights or lit up icicles on the roof edge outside. We haven’t done much of any of that the past few years, though. The cats kept eating the tree branches and ribbons, and most of my ornaments I’d had were so old and damaged and worn out, it wasn’t even pretty any more. So… I got a tiny little tree to put on the shelf. Didn’t even get out all the other stuff. Haven’t even done the tiny tree in a couple of years, as we’ve been out of town.

We mostly just enjoy the tree, and decorations at our daughter’s houses. The grand kids get all excited about Christmas, and that’s what’s fun for us, to see them enjoying the holidays! 🙂

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CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN – DAY 19 – CHRISTMAS CAKE

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Well, from the prompt I’m thinking there is a special kind of cake you have for Christmas? Would that be a fruitcake? We’ve had fruitcake either home-made or store bought during the holidays. I like them, or at least some of them. Some are too dry, yet others are too sticky. It’s hard to find one that’s just right. Sheesh, I sound like Goldilocks and the 3 Bears, now. You know, porridge too hot, too cold, just right, and the beds too hard, too soft, just right? hah!

Anyway, we don’t go to any big trouble about a cake for Christmas. It’s mostly all about the pies, candy, and cookies for us. I do love an orange cake, with the orange juice glaze poured over it. Had some of that last night. My daughter and grand-daughter made one for us to have after our yummy tamale and guacamole & chips dinner. 🙂

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 94

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

94th installment

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Kinsey came out of his office to begin getting the club ready to open. It was still a little over an hour, before he would open the door. He’d missed the confrontation between Ghost, Steve, and Nothing. Ghost had turned back to the wall after Nothing had left, to write some more, and Steve took this chance to talk to Kinsey about the new guys in Terry’s band.

“So, who are these guys, anyway? Where’d they come from?” Steve asked.

Kinsey paused, in his work, wondering how much he should say. “Guess I could fill you in a little, Steve.” He sat down on a bar stool, next to Steve. “Well, you know it’s Terry’s and R.J.’s band, and they took on Calvin, too. I think you met him before…plays lead guitar? Anyway, since you and Ghost were gone, Terry needed some extras, so that’s why Calvin came on board. Terry was doing the singing for Gumbo, while he was playing the drums, but he can’t sing worth a shit, ya know. So these other two guys were new here in town…just happened to show up about the same time; Trevor’s the tall one, and Zach is the dark haired one. Come to find out, this Zach can sing really good, so Terry asked if he wanted the gig. Of course, he accepted, and all was going good.”

“Where does Nothing come in?” Steve asked.

“That’s kind of a weird situation there, Steve. I know I’d seen him before in here, a long time ago, but this time he got friendly with the guys in the band. They asked him to be their sort of manager…ya know, book gigs around the area, keep the money straight, stuff like that. He’s good at it, too.”

“Ok, I got that part, but what about those two new guys…what else do you know about ’em?”

“Well, that’s a crazy story, Steve. See, Trevor used to live here when he was a kid, over on Violin Road, but…oh, yeah…y’all know the old murder house, don’t ya?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, the one us kids were scared to go in,” Steve said.

“Well,” Kinsey continued, “you know the whole family was murdered, except for the little boy…that’s Trevor. He came back all grown up. I think he might be a little…well…weird…’cause he started living out there in the old house. Creepy, if ya ask me. Anyway, this Zach guy happens to come into town, like the same day, or maybe a day or two later, and they meet and hit it off. I mean, like love at first sight stuff. So he’s just here with the band because of Zach singing and all. That’s about all I know,” Kinsey thought a minute, “oh, yeah, Trevor’s dad was a famous cartoonist, but you heard the story, I know…he went bonkers and killed the family and himself, all except Trevor. Now, Trevor is an artist too. He does comics and sells them, stuff like that.”

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “when, Ghost and I were out on the road that first time, didn’t I hear some talk about a new singer, and the F.B.I. looking for him…is this the same guy, this Zach? Ghost mentioned something like that after talking to you.”

“Yeah, that’s the same one…computer fraud, I think. I guess all this was when you and Ghost were gone, so y’all never met them. By the time y’all got back in town, they’d already taken off for somewhere, laid low awhile. They just showed up again, recently,” Kinsey remembered.

“Yeah, we never saw them before, but Ghost was worried about it at the time…so that’s what that was all about,” Steve said. “Sounds like a big mess to me.”

“I know, it was, but now here they are, and they put on a good show…the kids all seem to like it, and keep coming back. Tonight’s the last night for them, for awhile. I heard Nothing’s leaving for some reason,” Kinsey said. “Of course, Terry and R.J. will still be here, helping y’all out, I imagine…and Trevor and Zach, they plan on hanging around out at their house, for awhile. Guess you and Ghost will meet them tonight.” He looked at his watch, “In fact, any time now, it’s almost time for them to set up. I gotta get back to work, Steve. Ya’ll kick back and enjoy the show. It’ll be you and Ghost up there next weekend, yeah?”

“Yeah, guess so, Kinsey,” Steve said. He went back over to find Ghost, and tell him what he’d learned.

“Hey, Ghost, Kinsey filled me in on those two new guys in town,” Steve said. “The one that does the singing for Terry’s new band, Gumbo…”

“Gumbo?” Ghost laughed.

“Yeah, even Terry said it sounded dumb, but anyways, the nerdy one, Zach, he sings ok I guess, and he’s the one you were worried about before, with the F.B.I. stuff. The other one is Trevor, and he’s Zach’s boyfriend. He’s an artist or something, but the good part, is he’s the kid from the murder house…and they’re living out there in it.” Steve waited for Ghost’s reaction.

“Living there?” Ghost asked. “That’s creepy as hell, Steve. Why’d they wanna do that?”

“Beats me, guess they’re not scared of it. So, anyway, guess we’ll meet them tonight…oh, hey, maybe sooner…” Steve said, as he looked back into the club. There were voices coming from the back hallway, by the office. “Seems they’re here already.”

“You think Nothing is coming back for the show? He’s their manager, after all, Steve.”

“I don’t know, but if he does, so what…we said our piece, and he’s leaving after tonight. I’m not gonna start nothing if he don’t,” Steve said. “but, we should keep our eyes open for any tricks he might be up to.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost said.

They looked up, as Kinsey came around the edge of the stage…and trailing behind him, were Trevor and Zach.

“Hey, guys, this here is Trevor and Zach,” Kinsey said, “and you guys, this is Ghost and Steve.”  Kinsey looked like a proud papa, introducing his sons from his first family, to the sons of his second family. “Y’all get acquainted now…I got work to do,” Kinsey said, as he grinned and walked away, leaving the four of them staring at each other. 


“Hey,” Ghost said.


“Hey, I know you!” Zach said. “I’ve seen you before!”


“What, where?” Ghost asked, looking confused.


“You, too, Steve…that’s your name?” Zach was nodding his head, “Yeah, I saw both of you…a long time ago. It was…yeah…in New Orleans, at a club.” 


Steve was frowning, trying to remember that time he and Ghost were there, and if they’d gone to a club. 


“Yeah, you,” Zach pointed to Ghost. “You were crazy, man…dancing with some little blond kid…looked like you were having a great time…and turning that kid on, too,” Zach laughed.


He turned to Steve, then. “And you…you cracked me up! You looked totally embarrassed to be in a gay bar,” Zach kept laughing at the memory. “But, Ghost here, dragged you out to dance with him. Man…you sure were funny. Me and my friend Eddy was having a ball, watching you two. We knew everybody else there, but, you new guys were putting on a show…and didn’t even know it. Damn, now here you are all the way out here in North Carolina. Is this where y’all are from?” Zach kept talking. The others were at a loss for words, as Zach kept rambling on and on. 


“I never heard of this place, until I got stranded here, and then I met Trevor,” Zach stopped a second to take a breath. 


Steve and Ghost were wondering if he’d ever stop talking…wanted him to please stop talking. Trevor was staring at Zach, like what’s wrong with you? 


“What?” Zach said. He looked at them staring at him. “Y’all ain’t very talkative, are ya? Hey, Trev, say something. Introduce yourself. I gotta go take a piss.” He turned and walked down the hallway. 


“What was that?” Steve asked. “Is he always like that?” He looked to Trevor for the answer.


“Uh…sometimes, but…” Trevor said, then he took off after Zach, leaving Steve and Ghost alone.


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Ghost and Steve exchanged a look. “I remember that night, now,” Ghost said, “but, I don’t want to, Steve…I don’t want to.” He started to cry.

Steve reached out and hugged Ghost to himself. “I know…I don’t want to remember, either.” Steve let his tears fall for Ann, too. “Let’s get outta here. Ya want to?”

“No…they don’t know, Steve. They don’t know what happened down there with us. All they know is a funny club story; and that’s all they’ll ever know, ok? We all live here in the same town. It’s not like we’ll never see them again. Guess we better, well, make the best of it?”

Steve nodded, and hugged Ghost harder. “Yeah, can’t change the past, anyway. But, damn…to be reminded of all that…like from out of nowhere…just hit ya in the face with it.”

They were quiet for a moment, remembering. “Kinsey and Terry want us to hear them play. Maybe they’ll be good. Guess we’ll stay awhile,” Ghost said.

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Next part coming soon!

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN – DAY # 18 CHRISTMAS FOOD/BOOZE SHOPPING

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CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN – DAY # 18- CHRISTMAS FOOD/BOOZE SHOPPING

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We are to talk about food and booze shopping for Christmas.

We don’t buy any special ‘booze’. We have beer here only, and when it gets low supply, we get some more. That’s just how it is. Nothing special

For Christmas food we don’t usually do anything traditional. If we have turkey for Thanksgiving (which is not a requirement for us), we’d not want turkey again for Christmas. We don’t really enjoy turkey very much. Sometimes it is good, but we don’t go out of our way to fix one. We used to do the whole meal deal when the kids were young, because it seemed the thing to do, and they enjoyed it all, from snacks, main meal, and desserts. 🙂

The last quite a few years, we do fun things for our holiday meals. When the whole family would get together, we’d have planned a theme. Everyone would be assigned or would volunteer some things to bring. Here’s some of the ones we did:

  1. Cook-out on the grill in the back yard, either steaks, hot dogs, or hamburgers.
  2. Spaghetti
  3. Roast beef
  4. Hors d’oeuvres, finger-foods, snacks only.
  5. Chili cook-off. (this was fun – each family brought their special home-made chili for a contest!)
  6. Bar-B-Q of different types, like brisket, chicken, sausages.

There may have been more themes, but that’s all I can think of right now. We always had a good time with this kind of meal.

We’ve also gone out to eat for both holiday meals. It was good, but there’s usually a long line or pretty crowded at some restaurants. There is a fancy hotel in town that does up a great holiday meal. We’ve gone there a time or two.

So, that’s what we do for our Christmas meals. It’s fun and enjoyable. 🙂

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52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE – COFFEE

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52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE – COFFEE

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This week is all about coffee and coffee mugs! 🙂

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These two coffee mugs are what I drink out of every day. The Christmas one I got as a gift, and the Alien one I bought in Roswell, NM a long time ago. 🙂

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